Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.